Thursday, October 29, 2015

That's just me.....

I could tell you of the dark side,
there is certainly enough of it....
spread thickly
like my peanut butter on bread...
sticky, gooey mess THAT  is....

Or I could tell you of the light side,
a little more of that....
the flickering candle lit...
warm with the scent of jasmine, gardenia and rose....

I could lie down with my skeletons,
whose bones are sharp and brittle....
dismal smell of drunken decay...
cold as ice, those covers are...

Or I could tuck myself into moonlight,
shimmering silvery beauty,
and dream of love and laughter...
those covers are so much warmer....

I don't understand the fascination, really...
of wagons full of setbacks,
grumbling ghosts and monsters....
being hung around my neck...

I would rather dance the weightless...
white glowing freedom,
song of LIGHT...
than hang a,
moldy dying carcass...'round my neck....

but then again....
that's just me......



Saturday, October 24, 2015

When you shut the door

When you slammed the door,
you slammed GOD'S fingers in it.....

When you turned away,
your back was to him,
and he admired,
the lovely curves....
the softness of your skin....
the dimpled freckled canvas
on which he could paint....
your life......

When you walked away,
in tears....
he sent the wind to blow you back again,
stronger and stronger.
hoping the hurricane force of it....
would blow off your,
pride, your insanity of misery....
and you would turn around

When you closed your heart,
your temple crumbled....
cobwebs stiffened,
dust collected....
and he allowed it....
BUT
He rang the temple bells,
with all his mercy....
split the windows into spectral pieces...
hoping you would see him....
be with him,
once again....

AND you could not stay away for long....
his calling was too strong,
there was no other lover,
who could suffice,
no mother, no father
sister, brother...
companion...
more determined to
LOVE you
than he.....

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

There is no point....

There is no point in living only as a superficial token,
to love only occasionally, when a heart is wide open.....

There is no point in only sipping the drink,
while the water in the pitcher is spilling over into the sink....

There is no point in the dainty dabbing of tears,
when the torrents are pouring through the dam of  fears.....

There is no point in refusing to smile,
when the wild horses of joy are racing ...at a speed of split second per mile...

There is no point in only stumbling along,
when there's such a  longing to run....God, the power's so strong.....

there is no point in only peering into the room,
the shutters are flung open  and have aired out the  gloom....

there is no point in just sitting there,
when a MASTER has asked for the dance...yes, it happens and yes, you can dare....

there in no point in only wading in,
when we are born with the knowing how to dive and swim...

there is no point in pretending to sleep,
eyes open wide, refuse to count sheep....

there is no point in cowering afraid and alone,
when the lion inside is roaring.and ready to roam,,,,

there is certainly no point,
in staying chained to the block,
when keys of freedom have already broken the lock

We are here for so short a time,
to not live it fully, 
has to be some kind of crime....












In that moment of INDECISION

And in that very moment
of my indecision,
my HEART won.....

I could have hated,
I could have berated,
I could have scorned,
I could have mourned,
judged,
fought,
all those frightful options,
were laid out before me....
glittering like a fool's gold....
And like a fool,
I did consider...
their offer of defense,

But at that very moment
of indecision
my HEART won

I felt a subtle stirring,
the warmth of its flame burning,
the softness of its feathered comforting,
the ease of its simplicity,
no multiplicity...
the true shining of a diamond,
became my better choice.........

But at that very moment,
at least for that sweet eternal moment...
of my indecision,
my heart won !


My body was meant to carry my soul

my body is made to carry my soul

A cathedral not of stone and beam,
but living, breathing...
evolving, deepening....

A temple of such perfection of  construction,
that it does hold,
embrace....
the infinite beauty, which is my soul

A bower, a resting place...
a garden, so sacred and so humble,
that the DIVINE stoops and enters here...
to entwine, with me...

the portals of my mouth, my ears, my eyes
doorways and windows,
designed to witness
to feel, to hear, to kiss, to touch....to see....
to take in,
absorb,
with passionate intensity....
all that my soul is showing me...........

My hands clap in sheer delight...
fingers and toes wiggling,
mad with joy !
My body is made to carry my soul.....













Once we were MASTERS

We were giants,
striding across open plains...
swinging from mountain top to mountain top
tickled by the hundred foot surf off  New Zealand's coast

We flew across distances,
as if there were no time or space...
Our hair was combed by new born stars,
Planets were our eyes....
Moons our eyelashes....

We laughed and thunder rolled across the skies,
we played the harp of blizzards,
sang the song of earthquakes....
steeped ourselves in the hot tubs of volcanoes,
lava and ash were the bubbles in our bath

Our feet touched the glaciers....
we tossed ice burgs into the sea.
ice chips in our clear water martinis....
our tsunamis were wading pools,
whales, and elephants,  our loving pets....

We played, disguised as saints...
laughed hysterically at martyrdom,
We wore the cloaks of Masters...
and reality changed as easily as the colors of rainbows...

do you remember?

we gave not a thought to becoming ants....
scrabbling for finite morsels...

we  abhorred the birth of  robots......
with no destiny but to follow mindless dictates....

we never considered that our souls could be bought and sold...
that shadows would become kings...
that our doubt in ourselves could reign....

We never thought we could be bound....
by birth and death,
chained to earth,
when the entire Universe was our freedom's playground....

DON'T YOU REMEMBER?
ALL of  this and MORE?

.




Saturday, October 17, 2015

oh to play those blues !

I met an old man on Railroad Street,
crouching in the corner,
living on the street,
in the shadow,
of the big banks.....

His possessions in a bundle,
a little spotted dog,
curled up beside him...
As I passed,
he pulled out a harp,
and began to play.....

With a battered hat on his head,
dirty torn trousers,
dusty shoes,
he began to play the BLUES....

He was at the crossroads...
in the "devil's" hands,
Playing like
an old Mississippi Delta
Blues Man....

His face alight with
with the sound of the downtown train comin'
Mouth full on the harp...
like a new mouthful of teeth....
Hoary hands cupped,
blowing' hard
he played those blues.....

I could feel the heat...
99% humidity of tears,
roasting out the summer night,
of the deep south.....

Ah...those BLUES !
those transporting,
trouble makin'
senses awakening....
toe tapping,
thigh slappin'
madman playin'
BLUES !


miracles, in a grocery store

Yesterday a man walked up to me to say,
I'm dying....

what the heck, I'm in the grocery store,
amidst the tomatoes, pumpkins, spices galore....
and he's dying.....
and he wants me to know....

He wants me to care,
hungry for a touch of human kindness,
instead of milk and blindness....

He wants me to SEE him...
to feel his heart and the sores within him....

What can I say,
yes,
I see you...
I'll take some time, to feel YOU...
look at your pictures...
the one
of your son,

who will be left behind....

Yes, you are dying,
I'll put away my fear, my politeness, my unconsciousness
in the midst of my shopping....

I'll take a moment,
to hold you in my mind....
to give you the touch of kindness...

I was shopping for groceries....
he was shopping for LOVE


Thursday, October 1, 2015

Ode to cleaning house

Let's clean the "house"

Its kinda fun to sweep the floor,
watch the dust clouds fly out the door...

Its kinda fun to shake out the rugs,
to free the old shag from all  its bits of dead bugs..

Its kinda fun to toss the old clothes in a heap,
they aren't something I really need to keep.....

Its kinda fun to throw the furniture out of the room,
I can dance so much better without that heavy gloom....

Its kinda fun to set a REALLY BIG FIRE
and watch the death dance when shadows expire...

Its kinda fun to let Shiva rule the roost,
its a hell of a blast, with her in cahoots....

Its kinda fun,
I have to admit....
now that there's nowhere left to sit,
cozy and comfortable, turned out on their head...
laughter and magic now have room in my bed...
its not for the timid, who don't want to let go,
I have a dear friend,
and its that very "ONE" who taught me so....